Tomales was a roadside village Shirley and I drove through about an hour north of the Golden Gate. We pulled over for five minutes so I could take photos. When you think of a town in Westerns, Tomales is pretty close. In the way, for instance, that buildings have that high front board which stands above the bottom of the rrof line. It was a first for me.
If you'd like to see more of my photos of Tomales, I put together a Squidoo lens on Tomales. I've realised that Squidoo makes a good place for a certain type of photo. There's no size limits and I wanted to add some background anyway!
Sometimes images of war in terms of the human tragedy can be too harrowing, too hard to process. For some images of animals caught up in war are what help them to understand the waste and horror. For me it's damage to irreplacable cultural heritage. The photo shows just how close craters from the bombs dropped during the Secret War to these jars on the Plain of Jars in Laos. Many jars were destroyed; others damaged. Jars which had survived more than 2,000 years from the Bronze Age.
I'll write up something properly about the Plain of Jars soon and share some photos that show them as objects of glory. For now though, I just want to leave this post at that.